Ting-a-ling! The entrance bell rang and Mari looked up.
"Welcome to Almost Home!" she smiled.
The old man nodded politely and used his cane to slowly walk himself to what seemed to be his favorite spot, the one near the window. Marigold didn't mind customers who had their preferences; it would make them keep coming back. She also knew that this man was "Grandpa O'Sullivan" to the neighborhood kids; he came every day at 3:00 p.m. sharp to get his coffee, and he would stay until closing time. She had a feeling he liked to see the children run in after school, and that was why he always came right before school ended. Despite already knowing his order, she walked over with her little tab. Most customers would stop by her counter to order from her, as she worked alone, but she could make a
